Monday, January 9, 2017


Today I was driving to work and I caught the last of sunrise.

Now, I am not really a morning person. Nor am I a night owl. I think I'm in between. I peak in the afternoon. 

So, what I'm trying to say, is that it's not normal for me to gush about sunrises.

Today though, as I saw the sun, I just thought,

"It's a new morning.

Everything is wiped clean.

It's a fresh start."

I guess, I may not think so - I get caught up in my own stuff - but the sun, which is bigger than me, doesn't. It still rises just the same each day.

And then I started thinking about an undeniably beautiful thing in this world, flowers.

In moments like this, I wondered, how is it possible to question whether beauty and love exist? They sure do exist.

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